The Headless Divine Statue

Just then.

A powerful aura suddenly surged from ahead, accompanied by a deep, rumbling roar.

Mo Chen flashed behind a great tree and peered out quietly.

In a clearing ahead, a massive black bear was roaring at the sky, its body shrouded in a layer of eerie black mist.

Around the black bear, dozens of demon beasts lay prostrate on the ground, as though worshipping their king.

"No! They aren't worshipping the black bear—they're worshipping that little temple halfway up the mountain?"

Mo Chen looked up. On a small mountain straight ahead stood a dilapidated little temple.

Whether it had been forgotten by people or for some other reason, the temple had fallen into disrepair over the years and looked utterly ruined.

What struck Mo Chen as even stranger was this.

Inside that crumbling little temple stood a headless divine statue, its entire body wreathed in dense black blood qi.

This black blood qi seemed to be the root cause of the demon beasts' frenzy.

It seems that only by dealing with that evil temple can I quell this demon beast calamity. Mo Chen thought to himself.

Merit was the union of achievement and virtue.

In Buddhism, it referred to the benefits produced by doing good.

In Mo Chen's view, having just entered this plane, the best way to come into contact with the Great Dao of merit was through good deeds.

So he could not let this matter pass. It was also the perfect opportunity to test whether his understanding of merit was correct.

With that thought, he no longer hesitated. His figure flashed, and he appeared directly before the black bear.

Sensing Mo Chen's aura, the black bear immediately let out a furious roar and swatted a massive bear paw at him.

Mo Chen snorted coldly and flicked